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Brooklyn's Coolest Lifeguards Say Good-bye to McCarren Pool

The sun, alas, is about to set on yet another magical New York City music venue. For the past three summers, New York's largest (and emptiest) pool has been a host to rock bands, slip-and-sliders, dodgeballers and hula-hoopers—a veritable indie-rock wonderland.

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